“We don’t want to kill the Earth, because then we will have nowhere to live and we won’t be able to see the moon in outer space,” Liam said.
“You’re right,” I said.
“Where does God live?” he asked.
“Err,” I said. “I think God is everywhere all the time wherever you want.”
“No,” he said. “I think God would want a bedroom in the sky.”
“How do you know God is a boy?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just think that sometimes.”